Novel & Cerita All About Me Questions

All the questions had to do with my physical health, and at some point I was getting tired of answering the questions. “What other thing do you remember aside from the fact that your name is Chelsea Engels?” He asked, and that was when it dawned on me that I couldn't Remember anything about myself aside from my name.

I started to look for a watch, shoes, tie but I did not like any of them. My mom had come in my room and I started to ask her too. Which looked better on me? She probably loved me a lot and found me handsome in anything I showed her. She asked me, “How come today my son is dressing up? You look good in all clothed dear. I think this is good.” She pointed to one but I did not like it.” I replied, “I have an important meeting Mom.”

the man replied and Kimberly and the lady sat down in front of him. Then he brought out a form and started scribbling down on it "So, you're.... Kimberly Anderson, 19 years old, light skinned, long hair, hazel eyes," He mumbled all these as he wrote them down on the form. When he was done, he passed the form to Kimberly with a pen. "Here; sign it" he said and she slowly went through the details before inputting her signature.

Oh gosh, why did I answer that in such detail? "Oh... I see. Do you have children?" What kind of question was this? It had nothing to do with the business. "Yes... I have a seven-year-old daughter." Oh my, I answered it in such detail again. "Do you have a close friend or boyfriend?" Huh? I gaped at his latest question. "Excuse me, Troy. Isn't this meeting supposed to discuss the collaboration between our companies?" I mustered the courage to ask firmly. Troy laughed heartily.

I smiled and snuck my hand around his arm. People immediately bombarded me with questions, some asked about Cadmus’ company, the agency, and my career as a model. But there was one that had the audacity to ask why I haven’t conceived a child yet. My eyebrow rose before I replied, “ my mother doesn’t even ask me that question. Yet you think you can? Interesting.” The people around us reacted but tried not to show it. “’ I don’t see the reason why you should know,” I added.

He’s still unaware that I know about it. “Hey, I’m a pretty open book too.” He caught my eye. “Okay then, Liam doesn’t know you that well. So how about 20 questions? Tora can ask me any question and I’ll answer honestly. Liam can ask you any question and you have to answer honestly.” I challenged him. He smiled widely at the idea. “Deal. Liam, you can go first.” Manny told him. “Oh, um, okay.” We caught Liam off guard. I forget he’s a bit more on the reserved side until he gets to know you, then he’s playful and wild.

he pointed out. I shook my head at him. This man had a come back for everything. "That you did." "So, tell me something about yourself," I said conversationally, cringing a little internally. I hated it when someone asked me that. It was such a vague question with endless answers and it both frustrated and confused me when someone asked that. Because really, what answer could one give to that? It could be anything from their favourite colour to how they nearly killed someone in an accident once.

He sighed, "Look I have had bad experiences with hiring people, it comes with being a billionaire. I just had to be sure. Don't take this the wrong way." I did take it the wrong way but kept quiet. No use fighting over this, he's already read everything about me. "Fine, so you know everything about me?" He paused, carefully answering the question. "Everything that I should know. Basics like your education, what you do, where you live and family. Nothing in depth." "Don't you think it's only fair that I know all this about you too?" He looked at me in surprise but smiled. "What do you know to know? You can G****e it, most of my life is there."

In fact, she looks gobsmacked and takes a while to compose herself. “How many sugars?” I calmly ask. “What?” she responds, confusion in her voice. “How many sugars does Jacob take in his coffee?” I ask again. Her face turns red with anger. “I don’t have to answer you,” she says and starts putting on her heels. “It’s a simple question. Surely you must know the answer,” I say. “What’s his favorite color?” I ask. “What’s the first thing he does in the morning when he wakes up? Did you know that he’s allergic to pineapple?”

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”